Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah. Me. For the first time.

# Let's light up the world tonight #

# Start spreading the news #

That kiss was unprofessional. It was too personal and intense.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

No boys, no distractions until we win that trophy.

Oh, these are for you.

- You guys want to see what 12th place looks like? - Yeah!

What's so important?

You guys in for the show choir competition?

# But then I guess we know there's blame to share #

# Because I knew you #

And why would you be wishing my Glee Club luck at nationals?

Was it worth it?

But I think we have some time for a tune before we leave.

# And the heavens are right #

- # By a wind off the sea # - # Like a stream that meets a boulder #

- Where are we going? - Final Glee Club meeting of the year.

I have a sneaking suspicion that we're about to kick your ass.

# I'm in a club with my homeys #

They're hideous. My kids are at least attractive.

but weird stuff like that happens in families.

- # Saying what's up to my cup # - Ahh!

# Oh, baby, you can keep #

And I get to spend another year with everyone I love, so... I'm good.

Oh, my God. You should have seen it.

That I loved you.

# How am I supposed to know? #

# Other places make me feel like a dork #

# We've still got tonight #

- # Come on and li-li-light it up Light it up tonight # - # Li-Li-Light it up #

I sang on a Broadway stage.

# That's just because #

We all looked at the top 10 list for showcase, and we all just went numb.

I think that one of our songs should be a duet with me and Rachel.

Well, Rachel Berry, promise me one thing.

# Nothing but you means a thing to me #

You know, you gave it all up for one kiss.

I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to get me to feel bad for you...

One day they're gonna put a cartoon like this of me on these walls.

the top show choirs in the country...

What was it about?

# Seems like no one's letting go #

Oh, you're the only one besides me...

- This is where I belong. - I'm so coming too.

Buying you a T-shirt, Goolsby.

New York's gonna write them for us.

and suddenly you're not interested.

The judges won't like it.

You'll never give up.

Oh, my God, I can't believe we're at Sardi's.

Hang on to her!